Hunter Eventyn, the present owner of Eventyn walked into his house, ushering in the small band of movie people he had collected for the adventure on the Hill. Snorting slightly as he muffled a chuckle, he watched their faces as they entered the great room.

"Not a single ghost!" Lucinda remarked, flopping into a two hundred-year-old Chinese Chippendale chair as Rollie’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise. He cringed slightly, turning back to Eventyn who only smiled at the lanky actress. John Grant stood beside Rollie, wiping his brow with a handkerchief, the warm night and the jaunt back down the Hill having provoked his breakthrough of perspiration over his makeup. Stu stood next to Eventyn, having deposited his detection equipment by the ballroom doors on their way inside. He looked very disappointed, his lower lip decidedly protruding as if he was going to throw a tantrum at any moment.

"Well, I imagine even ghosties have their pride," Rollie replied, scratching his head and turning around toward the hallway, "I wonder where Angie and Aidan have gone to?"

"They seem to have a peculiar attachment to YOU, Rollie and to Angie. Why is that?" Lucinda asked, with a cunning smile as Hunter Eventyn pulled a bell cord near the entrance arch.

Almost instantly, a man appeared, dressed in butler black and even spoke crisply with an English accent; "Yes sir, Mr. Eventyn?"

"Charles, bring my guests some of our amazing Hot Toddies. I think our little Hill campaign deserves some refreshment."

"Very good, sir," the butler replied as Lucinda snorted, twirling her hair around her finger.

"My goodness, Mr. Eventyn, I find myself carried back in time in this house," she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling as he smiled graciously and sighed;

"All the comforts of a country squire, my dear and sadly, some of the major haunts from that time."

"Do tell!" she replied, leaning forward on the edge of the chair, slipping off her sandals without a care in the world.

Charles, the butler, returned then, clearing his throat, interrupting their conversation.

"Sir, I’m afraid we’ve had a disturbance upstairs. It seems we have a young master loose in the house. I am not aware of any house guests?"

"Say what?" Hunter asked, frowning and stood as Rollie quickly turned his eyes toward the butler and his very unwilling charge. It was Aidan and as soon as he saw Rollie, he screamed.

Rollie quickly ran over to his son and scooped him up in his arms. Aidan was patting his face and Rollie could feel how cold his hands were, and the fact that he was shivering;

"Dadee…mama fall down…hurt!" Aidan stuttered out as Rollie’s heart began to race.

"Where Aidan?" Rollie asked, his face very close to Aidan’s as he clutched him tighter.

Aidan only began to cry then and point toward the staircase, twisting away from Rollie, growing more agitated. Rollie turned back to Hunter Eventyn who looked shocked as well.

Going into the hallway, looking up the staircase, he half-expected to see Angie lying on the landing or something close to that from what he had interpreted from Aidan. It was empty.

"I’m going up, Eventyn. God knows what he’s talking about but Angie isn’t with him!" Rollie replied, his voice cracking as Hunter nodded in silence, waving him on up the stairs.

Rollie took two steps at a time, with Aidan in his arms as Lucinda, John and Stu followed. Hunter Eventyn slowly began to climb behind them as the butler frowned;

"I found the boy coming down from the third floor, sir…"

"Yes, no doubt, Charles. I believe some mischief has occurred this evening!" Eventyn responded.

Rollie stood at the second floor- no Angie. With Aidan still pointing up, he glanced at the painting of the original Hunter Eventyn over the exposed staircase balcony and tightened his lips. As he climbed toward the third floor, he could feel the difference in temperature as well as condition of the house.

"Angie!" he yelled as Aidan began to squirm in his arms and call out for his mother as well. Lucinda followed behind him, her hand on his back as John and Stu brought up the rear.

"Whew, big change in temperature!" Stu cried out and coughed. The dust was getting to him up on the third floor.

"Angie!" Rollie called out again and then, very faintly, heard a groan.

"Go to the west hall, there, Mr. Tyler. Toward the fourth room on your right…she may be there!" Eventyn shouted behind them all, having finally reached the top landing, his breathing irregular and strained.

Puzzled, Rollie did exactly as Eventyn instructed and as he entered the room, he shuddered, his teeth chattering instantly. He could see Angie lying on the floor, her head moving slightly from one side to the other. He was so taken back by the temperature change from the hallway into the room, that he worried about Aidan. He quickly turned around, handing Aidan off to Lucinda.

Aidan squealed even louder, now beginning to kick as Lucinda backed out of the room and stayed in the hallway. Hunter Eventyn stayed with the actress and the crying child. He didn’t need to look inside the room. He counted the moments and waited for the reactions.

Rollie fell to his knees beside Angie;

"My God, you’re almost a block of ice!" he said, pulling her up into his arms and instantly feeling the bone chilling flesh of his wife as she jerked in his arms in reaction to his body warmth.

"So cold!" she stammered out, as Rollie picked her up in his arms, holding onto her fiercely. He carried her out of the room, staring at Eventyn briefly with a look of shock and fear in his eyes before he passed everyone and began to go down the stairs. He met the butler on the second landing, eagerly looking up with a pinched face.

"Get some blankets and something warm for Mrs. Tyler to drink, please!" he barked out to the man as he headed down toward the first floor. Lucinda followed with Aidan as John Grant took Aidan from Lucinda in a helping gesture, soothing Aidan with the practice of a father. Lucinda felt helpless at this point and followed in failed effort.

Stu Westburn did not follow. Instead, he pulled out the small temperature meter that he had kept in his pocket. He quickly clicked the button on the rim of the meter and waited. As he heard the beep, he looked at the face of the meter and his mouth opened slightly. As he backed out of the room, he almost bumped into Hunter Eventyn who had been waiting outside.

"Find what you were looking for, Mr. Westburn?" he asked the young man of many talents.

"Oh my God! Yes…yes sir! Do you realize what you have here, sir?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Westburn, I do!" Eventyn replied, his voice suddenly drifting off as he started for the staircase.

"But!" Stu started to ask more but Eventyn made a guttural sound in his throat and cursed under his breath. Stu decided he could wait.

Rollie had put Angie on the large, overstuffed sofa in the drawing room. The butler had efficiently brought several large wool blankets and the tray of Hot Toddies originally prepared for Eventyn’s guests.

"Sir, I thought the alcohol might be good for her," he added as he passed Rollie a tall glass, steaming slightly.

Having wrapped Angie in both blankets, he propped her up on several pillows and promptly nodded to the butler, holding the glass to Angie’s lips. Normally, he knew Angie wasn’t much for a concoction such as this but right now…it would act as a stimulant and she needed that.

"Here sweetie, come on, take a sip…" he told her soothingly as her lips trembled over the edge of the glass and she took a cautious first sip.

"Oh, yessss…." She responded, taking another sip and slowly swallowed as he held onto her with his arm around her, leaning against her.

Lucinda kneeled beside the couch as John Grant brought Aidan in closer so that he could see that his mother was all right. As Angie looked up finally, seeing the collection of concerned faces and then her son’s, she sighed and smiled slightly, her lips still quite blue.

"Hi sweetie, I’m okay!" she told Aidan, trying not to shudder as she reached out for him. John put her son in her arms and she hugged him to show him everything was okay. Rollie hugged the both of them as Hunter Eventyn entered the drawing room.

Aidan smiled as Lucinda bit her lip. Something tugged at her heart, what? She looked at the way John Grant was watching Aidan with Angie and realized that he really was a dedicated family man. She felt guilty and disgusted with herself. She also had made up her mind in that instant, to call Marvin. She had flittered around with him long enough.

"Mrs. Tyler, I am so sorry for what has happened…is there anything you can tell me as to what actually took place upstairs? The third floor is rarely used as you could see by the condition and well, the heat up there is so bad- we don’t air-condition it, you see…" Eventyn began, lowering his eyes slightly, his drawl coming on thick.

"You know, I think…" Angie began, clearing her throat as she had just taken another large swallow of the toddy. Warm color was returning to her cheeks and the alcohol was beginning to warm her extremities now. Rollie looked at her curiously and then to Eventyn. The old man didn’t seem to bat an eye now.

"Ah, I think too much sometimes, Mrs. Tyler…" he replied, shaking his head.

"I saw two of them, your ancestor…the woman- Siobhan…and then, a man…" Angie began, but stopped as she shivered suddenly, thinking of the intense appearance of his apparition and how upset the woman had been.

"What?" Lucinda asked, her eyes popping wide open as she leaned toward Angie in amazement.

"Angie…" Rollie said, touching her cheek with his fingers slightly, "you don’t have to go on right now…"

"He asked, I’m willing to say…" she replied, almost angrily now, as she stared back at Eventyn almost in a dare.

"Ah, Miss Siobhan…no doubt carrying on about her little cameo…" Eventyn responded, without a blink.

"Cameo? No, I heard her crying, begging the man. He was telling her she wouldn’t find something and she was pleading with him but he was telling her she wasn’t going to leave there…it was strange! They came from opposite ends of the hall and I backed up with Aidan and suddenly, oh…they both went right into me!"

"Whoa!" Stu remarked, fascinated, "a documented flux density occupying the same space as this dimension!"

"What?" Eventyn asked, staring at Stu in astonishment and then rolled his eyes, "the point, being, boy- that my little ghosts of Eventyn finally just made contact with a living being, Mrs. Tyler. They have never done that before!"

"Wait! Stop it! Let’s get real, here. I don’t believe these apparitions. I believe we have some very sophisticated but bloody con game going on here," Rollie suddenly said, standing up, and looked at Eventyn accusingly.

Angie reached out, grabbing Rollie hands and shaking her head;

"No Rollie, no!"

Hunter Eventyn looked down at the floor for a second. He was contemplating something in his mind, and realized that whatever came out of his mouth would be misconstrued, no doubt.

"Mr. Tyler, let me explain something here…you’re a very smart man, indeed. There is indeed, a game as you call it, going on here. But con? No SIR! I have put up with this ‘game’ now my entire life. She controls it. Oh yes sir, Miss Siobhan is real enough. She is no sophisticated special effect, Mr. Tyler. She is the real McCoy. She has plagued my father and my grandfather before me with the same request over and over…"

Rollie was shaking his head at the same time he knew that something was beyond science and technology here. After all, he had felt something possess him. He had seen how Angie had been taken over. He had seen the image over Lucinda’s face. But he just didn’t want to believe it. He had managed to get through this long in life making movies about crazy, horrible things and had been able to shrug off the fact that there was a basis for everything. The legends started from something.

"What was that?" Lucinda asked, hanging on every word of Eventyn’s.

"She tells me she must find her necklace, the cameo. From what I know, she was given a cameo, etched from a beautiful lilac and cream striated seashell from the western shores of Ireland. It had been her mother’s. It was unique…she was wearing it in the painting in my study."

Angie was trying to remember the painting but her brain was foggy, hesitant with doubt over everything she had seen and heard at this point. Thinking about what she remembered the ghostly Siobhan to have said upstairs, she recounted that her nemesis ghost told Siobhan that she would not "find it".

"Mr. Eventyn, do you mean to tell me, that for three or four generations, this poor woman’s ghost has been on a nightly haunt for her missing cameo?" Angie asked, incredulously.

Eventyn put his finger in his ear, almost absent-mindedly, scratching slightly; "uh…yes…that is precisely what I am telling you."

"And your script, the story that we are doing, uh- filming…what’s that about? Fiction or truth?" Rollie asked, still not convinced.

"Well, I must say…she’s the one with the flair for words at times and a bit of the blarney, Mr. Tyler. She’s told me before that there’s nothing as good as a old wisp legend to get the blood stirring!"

"Do you hear this?" Rollie asked Angie, his eyes telling her that he was considering Hunter Eventyn a possible resident of the insane asylum down the road a bit.

"So, you were inspired by Siobhan to write this script, based on legends and your family history…" Angie began as Eventyn nodded. The group in the room listened in silence as the rapport between Angie and Hunter Eventyn transpired before them, each seeing their own mental pictures of what they perceived to be the real story.

"Why yes…since a tadpole, she has whispered to me, got me into trouble and now, has finally done it. Why, she got me to write this thing because she wants the whole thing solved. Don’t you see, she’s done it. She has gotten all of you here, riled up the rest of the ghostly enemies of hers to act. She’s causing a little rift in the world here, a spiritual crossover of sorts."

"I think the blarney is thick within you," Rollie said, in his best Obi Wan Kenobi voice as Lucinda laughed and John Grant looked at his watch.

"Lucinda, we’ve been due back on set for over half an hour!" he warned, as Lucinda jumped up and muttered to herself. She looked down at Angie, apologizing and then to John who held out his hand to Hunter Eventyn, smiling.

"Mr. Eventyn, it’s been a real pleasure. I am honored to play your great grandfather in this fine tale of horror. And what’s more, I can’t wait until our next hoot on the Hill. Don’t forget to come get me, sir!"

Hunter smiled graciously as John bowed slightly and escorted Lucinda out of the room. Stu Westburn took the opportunity to pull out his temperature meter, waving it in front of Rollie.

"Do you realize how cold it was in that room, Mr. Tyler? The projection residue of flux densities was overwhelming. The penetration in that room was incredible!"

"Stu, I’ve had about all I care for in ghosthunting tonight. Right now, I want to take my wife and son back to the hotel and get some rest. I think we may all see things a bit clearer tomorrow, eh?"

Stu looked at Rollie disappointedly as Hunter Eventyn patted Angie on the hand; "My dear, don’t be afraid. I have a feeling that Miss Siobhan picked you special for whatever reason…but I think she believes that the two of you share something in common, in your hearts about something….could that be?"

Angie looked up at him strangely. What connection could that be? What did she have? What strange force… that out of the blue, out of the strange coincidence of landing this job, would bring her to this place? Rollie bent over, Aidan having fallen asleep in her arms under the blankets.

"Come on, Angie. I think we’d better leave…"

"Sorry, Mr. Eventyn…I need to sleep some. I really don’t know what you mean?" Angie told the master of Eventyn plantation with a confused look on her face. She stood up, rather wobbly, feeling the alcohol induced function of her muscles as Rollie picked up Aidan up in his arms, the boy’s one arm dangling like a doll over Rollie’s arm.

"Maybe in time…" Eventyn replied, softly as Angie clutched Rollie’s free hand and together they left Eventyn. They left the set, not waiting to see the final shot. The next day’s shooting would be on the Hill again with mainly battle sequences and squib placements.

As they left in the F/X van, Aidan safely tucked into his carseat, Rollie was silent. He drove slowly down the crushed shell drive of Eventyn, away from the hill. As Angie looked out her window, she ran her tongue over her lips to warm them briefly, brushing a single tear from her eye as she looked to the Hill and saw the flashing lights dart across the darkness of a new moon’s sky.